Oh, the weather outside is DELIGHTFUL!
I love the changing of the seasons and here in the South, it just doesn't feel like Christmas time until we see that first visit from ol' Jack Frost. Truth is, some winters, the closest we get to snow is a crisp, frosty morn where we wake to find rooftops glistening and our lawns looking freshly glittered.
That's when my holiday spirit kicks in and my inner kid peeks out! Yep! You could say that Jack Frost has a hold on my holiday heart. This is my tribute to the "Architect of the Flake".
From my rooftop to yours, Merry Christmas Y'all!
"It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. The crisp winter air if full of it."
-- John Burroughs, "Winter Sunshine"